"Hello, Motherboard."
"Hello, Princess Pea."
"Hello, Sally."
"Hello, DW."
No, this is not an LA (Lunatics Anonymous) meeting. This is how I am greeted every morning and throughout the day. Shari is way into her PBS shows and her movies. So, I never know who I am and I never know who my daughter is (or her sister). Sometimes, Shari has to address me a couple of times before I know that she's actually talking to me and not my invisible friend. And then there is the inevitable dilemma of who she is. Because heaven forbid, I call her the wrong name. So many of the conversations, once I know they include me, go something like this.
"Hello, Motherboard" (that's my favorite one).
"Oh, hello---who are you?"
"I'm Ines and this is my sister Jackie."
While probably causing some psychological damage in not recognizing my own child, it does solve the anger issues that result from me calling her the wrong name.
(And I thought I had an identity crisis when I got married and had to change my last name.)
